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[Nope. Screw you Bargians, he's not saying anything to you publicly.

... Oh okay, fine. Have a quick bullshit grin, the one he normally pulls at press conferences he'd rather die than be at.]

Well that was fun. We should petition to keep the brooms around.

[Private to Charles]

Alright, Chuck. Let's talk strategy, here. What's the plan for getting me out of inmate status? [He has a few things in mind as far as deals go, at this point. And he can't get those so long as he's stuck in the doghouse of the Barge.]

[Private to Steve]

What happens during Floods stays in the Flood. [Nope nope nope nope nope]

[Private to Arkady]

Any way I can have a few bottle of scotch to keep in my room, gorgeous? [He has a litany of BS excuses to give her, if she decides that's... a little much.

But Pepper's going to realize something's up sooner or later, and he wants a nice back-up supply of booze before that happens.]

[ooc: Hi I'm Em and I don't know the meaning of a hiatus. (at least not for tonight/tomorrow, beyond that I will be a little scarce)]

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I don't know you all that well, to be honest. I mean yeah, we fought together, we were on the heli-carrier together for a few days, but.... I don't know if I'd call you a friend, yet. I'd sure like to.

[A little pause.] I don't know. It was stupid of me. I really am sorry, Tony.

[What's a little pause on Steve's end is a long one on Tony's. But, in the end, he's just letting out a breath and shrugging a shoulder]

Get me a drink and I'll think about calling it even.

[There's another pause. Longer than the first one, while Steve chews the inside of his lip thoughtfully.]

Okay. Just .....be careful, huh? Ms. Potts might worry.

She's used to it.

[... No wait. Shit. Ugh, whatever. He'll just shrug and grin to kind of lessen whatever backlash that comment might have caused]

I was gonna bring some scotch back from the bar. Two people can carry more than one.

[She shouldn't have to be, is what Steve very nearly says in reply, but he bites it back.]

One drink. I figured that was the deal.

[His eyes scrunch at the sides in annoyance, but he wipes his face clear after just a second, letting one side of his lips quirk up just a little as he shrugs a shoulder]

Sure. One. [He'll just work Steve over in person. No big deal.]

....Thank you.

[There are two things happening here. One: Tony's playing Steve like he'd been played. Taking advantage of trust for his own gain because screw you Captain Buttface, how do you like it. And Two: He's proving that, when push comes to shove, he knows exactly how to play an audience.

He knows the ins and outs, knows what to do to throw someone off track, to change the game. He knows what smiles to make seem fake, to get a person grasping at straws in that topic, just as he knows how to make them real to anyone who hasn't known him for a decade or so.

Not good at lying-- screw you, Captain America.]

No problem. Olive branch, right? God knows I've been an asshole before. [A shrug, but he's making sure to still look a little tense.

Yeah. Okay. He can do this.]

[A little bit of a sigh.] I have, too, and I don't really know how to make up for it.

...Meet you up there?

Aye aye, Cap. [Look, he's even giving you a weak-wristed, two finger salute

... But yeah. If there's one place he knows how to get to, it's the bar. So he'll be waiting outside of it, just leaning against the wall and drumming out AC/DC with his fingers.]

[And Steve's showing up a short time afterwards.] ....Hey.

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[He tenses, minutely, but shrugs it off with a roll of his shoulders.

At least that he can play off as wariness. Because he sure as hell has a lot of that around Mr. American Hero over here.]

Eloquent. Still figuring you'd greet me with the pledge of allegiance as the instrumental version of the anthem plays from nowhere and someone unfurls a flag behind your head. [He nods towards the door] So. Drink?

Your costume doesn't look like a flag. Otherwise I might. [It's a lame joke, yes, but he's trying, at least? --And there's a little nod, as he lets them in.]

Yeah, let's go.

I would rather impale myself slowly on a fork than run around wearing stars and stripes. [That he doesn't have to fake, at least] Don't get me wrong, you pull off the whole golden boy, face of America thing. It looks fine on you.

On me it'd look like a cheap Fourth of July porno.

[Yeeeaaaah just pushing his way past Steve into the bar, moving over to the counter like he owns the place.

Really, with how often he's in here, he might as well just move in. ~~Not... like he actually mentioned that to Arkady at one point.~~]

Hey, it may be a little old-fashioned, but I like it.

[And he follows Tony over, looking a little awkward.]

So, uh, what do you want?

On you? Yeah. It looks a little less like something you'd find in a circus.

[He's glancing around, not seeing Arkady around (thankfully, she's heard him complain about Steve's assholery enough for him showing up with Cap to be a little suspect) and reaches over for the scotch he knows is hidden behind the counter]

Scotch is kind of my drink of choice, now-a-days. [He's pulling out a tumblr, two glasses along with the main bottle] Want some?

You should see the old one, it's definitely circus-worthy.

[A little shrug.] Don't see why not, sure.

I've seen the news reels.

[He adds some ice to the glasses, pouring the scotch in with a practiced hand, ending up with exactly the same amount in each glass, sliding one across to Steve and taking a careful sip of his own.

Not too fast, no matter how much his throat is burning for it.]

Didn't take you as someone who'd drink for taste, Cap.

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